✧ Emily’s POV ✧
I tossed and turned in the small bed, the sheets rough against my skin, the cold air making goosebumps rise along my arms. My ankle still throbbed faintly, but not as bad as before. The painkillers must’ve kicked in—or maybe I was just too exhausted to care anymore.
Dalton lay beside me, on his side, back turned, chest rising and falling slowly. Still awake. I could tell. His breathing wasn’t even. It had that edge of awareness. I didn’t know how I knew. I just did.
I pulled the blanket over my legs and scooted a little closer. Not enough to touch him. Just enough so he’d hear me when I whispered, “What exactly are you?”
He didn’t move, not immediately. But then, like it had been waiting on the edge of silence, his voice came out. Deep, low, tired. “A werewolf.”
I blin
